Great Tomb of Nazarick – Armory
Momonga's POV
I pick up a sword from a crate nearby, running my finger along its edge as I think:
(I only picked magician so Sesshōmaru and I could cover every range: close, mid, long. He focused on healing and resurrection, I handled the damage. But at level 100, I should still be strong enough to swing a sword, right? Let's see.)
I take a swing, but the sword slips through my hands like smoke and clatters to the floor.
(Yeah, still can't wield anything that isn't class-specific. Glances at the mirror. Three days in this world with Sesshōmaru, and I haven't felt uneasy in this undead form once. Maybe my mind changed along with my body? Maybe that's why Sesshōmaru seems different. He's always been so composed and reserved, but lately, there's a grimness in his eyes, like he senses something coming. I should look into that. Unlike him, I haven't needed food or sleep since day one.)
Behind me, Narberal Gamma's voice breaks my train of thought.
Narberal: "Shall I get that for you?"
"Yes… Create Greater Item!"
A black suit of armor, gilded with gold, wraps around my bones—sleek, imposing, somewhere between Guts and Momon. [Author note: Swapped the armor design to match Sesshōmaru's dog yōkai motif, blending classic samurai elements with supernatural elegance. Let me know what you think.]
With my hand enchanted for swordplay, I take another swing—this time, with the sword Narberal hands me. The shockwave rattles the crates.
(Just like Yggdrasil. If the item's enchanted right, I can bypass my class restrictions.)
"Narberal, I'm heading outside for a bit."
Narberal: "The guards will accompany you, just say the word."
Before I can answer, two giant, ethereal dog ears and a flowing silver mane appear in the air, folding in on themselves before revealing Sesshōmaru. He lands with silent grace, radiating the regal aura of a daiyōkai.
Sesshōmaru: "No need, Narberal. I will accompany Momonga myself."
Narberal: "Please wait, lords—if you both leave without—"
Sesshōmaru raises a hand. Instantly, she quiets.
Sesshōmaru: "I have already scouted the area. There are no intruders or threats. Your concern is noted, but unnecessary. I will ensure Momonga's safety. My demon hound and Jaken remain on standby. Unless you doubt my ability, Narberal." His golden eyes narrow, just a touch.
Narberal gulps, bows quickly. "N-no! Of course not, my lords. Forgive my blunder."
"You're forgiven. Sesshōmaru, shall we?"
He gives the smallest nod, his face unreadable. "Very well."
As we walk out together, I glance at him. "You doing okay?"
He looks at me, cool and detached. "Why do you ask?"
I sigh. "You seem… different. Distant."
Sesshōmaru: "My concerns are my own. You need not worry, Momonga. There is much to consider."
I hum in response, thinking:
(He's always taken on the burden himself—watching over Nazarick, directing the guardians, never faltering. That's always been his way, even back in Yggdrasil. Relentless, silent, never asking for help.)
Sesshōmaru's voice brings me back.
Sesshōmaru: "We approach the entrance."
"Let me guess: you know I'm going outside to test my class restrictions?"
He glances at me, expression imperceptible. "Of course."
I let my head hang. "That obvious, huh?"
He places a clawed hand briefly on my shoulder—an unusual gesture from him. "You are predictable, but it is not a flaw. It means our partnership remains strong. We would still be formidable together."
(He's right. If we can read each other this well, nothing could stand against us.)
We both pause. Three figures kneel at the exit: Envy, Greed, and Wrath—the demon generals under Demiurge. Demiurge himself approaches, bows.
Demiurge: "My lords. Why are you traveling without an escort? And in such unusual armor?"
(How did he—?)
Sesshōmaru steps in, his tone cool and commanding. "Nazarick is secure. I have confirmed it. We are here to observe progress, unimpeded. If you wish to accompany us, Demiurge, you may."
(Glad he's here. I wasn't ready for this crowd.)
Demiurge: "As expected, your attention to detail is impeccable. Yes, it would ease my mind greatly, mentor."
We step out into the night. Both Sesshōmaru and I stop to take in the sky.
(Amazing. I've never seen a night sky like this. The artificial one on floor six was impressive, but this… this is something else.)
Sesshōmaru: "It is… impressive."
I pull an amulet from my inventory and slip it on. "Fly!"
I lift into the air. Sesshōmaru keeps pace, transforming in a blink—silver hair streaming, his dog yōkai aura trailing like mist. As we rise, my helmet vanishes and I see everything—the moon's light painting the world silver. Sesshōmaru floats beside me, serene as always.
(You could see for miles in this light. I wish Blueplanet was here to see it.)
"The stars shine like jewels in a treasure box," I murmur.
Behind me, Demiurge floats in a new form: bat wings, lizard head.
Demiurge: "Perhaps this world exists so you might claim its infinite riches, my lords. We guardians exist to help you do just that."
"Hmmm… Maybe. But to hoard such things would be selfish—"
Sesshōmaru continues without missing a beat. "Instead, we could adorn the tomb, its residents, and our comrades of Ainz Ooal Gown."
I nod. Demiurge bows deeply.
Demiurge: "If you wish it, we will use all Nazarick's power to gather them for you."
We both laugh.
"We don't even know what's out there yet. Bit early for a quest."
Sesshōmaru glances at me, thoughtful. "Then again, there is merit in conquest."
3rd POV
Demiurge actually gasps at his mentor and master's words.
Momonga's POV
(Ha. As if we could actually pull that off… But I wonder. Are we really the only players who made it here from Yggdrasil? My message spell connected to Sesshōmaru, but after that, nothing. Maybe they're too far away, or maybe the spell changed. Maybe we should make sure the name Ainz Ooal Gown spreads through this world.)
A rumble echoes below.
(Hmm. That's Earth Surge—Mare, using his skills to increase range and amplify magic. Well done!)
Demiurge: "My lords, what do you plan to do?"
"I want to thank Mare for his hard work. Any suggestions for a reward?"
Demiurge: "He'd be happy just to speak with you, my lord."
I glance at Sesshōmaru for his take.
Sesshōmaru: "A Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown. It will allow him and the others to traverse Nazarick and accomplish their duties more efficiently."
I nod. We float down together, and Mare jogs up, slightly out of breath.
Mare: "Oh! Lord Sesshōmaru, Lord Momonga! Why are you here? Did I make a mistake?"
Sesshōmaru gently pats Mare's head. "You have done well. The tomb is secure thanks to you. For your efforts, your king wishes to reward you."
I conjure a ring, holding it out.
Mare: "That's a Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown! I can't possibly—"
Before he can finish, Sesshōmaru takes the ring and slips it onto Mare's finger.
Sesshōmaru: "This is not merely a gift. With it, you may travel freely between floors and work more efficiently. Continue your efforts. We are both pleased."
Mare's eyes go wide with awe. "Thank you, Lord Momonga! I'll work extra hard—I swear it!"
"We're counting on you, Mare."
Mare: "Yes! But… my lord, why are you dressed like that?"
I stutter. "Uh, well, that's—"
Albedo floats down from above, landing beside us.
Albedo: "That's simple, Mare."
Demiurge nods in greeting. "Albedo."
She walks over to Sesshōmaru, explaining: "It's for our sake. He didn't want to distract us from our work. If we saw them watching, we'd stop everything to praise them—and nothing would get done. Isn't that right, Lord Sesshōmaru?"
Sesshōmaru nods, almost imperceptibly. "Your deduction is correct, Albedo. For that, you shall be rewarded as well."
Albedo's smile turns sly. "Give me one, my lord? Of what?"
Sesshōmaru creates a ring and slides it onto her finger. She trembles with anticipation as Sesshōmaru surprises everyone by leaning in, kissing her with rare tenderness. His clawed hand slips through her hair, gliding down her back, caressing her curves. Albedo's moans rise, her body arching toward him—until, finally, he slips three fingers inside her and she shudders, collapsing against him. His voice is low, cool, and unmistakably commanding:
Sesshōmaru: "You have earned your reward, Albedo."
He lifts her into his arms and, with a shimmer of demonic energy, they vanish—her cry echoing faintly as they disappear into the night:
Albedo: "OHHHH YES!"
Their silhouettes fade, leaving the rest of us in the quiet, star-drenched sky.